Substituting Bitterness for Progress

…and after I break like the fragile glass I am,
having been dropped from a second-floor window,
my pitiful parts will seep sardonically into the shadows,
culminating into a cesspool, bitter and scorned.
Before your eyes – but not mine, never mine –
a reflection will appear on the surface.
That’s me.
The scared child chided and hopeless

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